So I made it here at last.
It’s a long story involving 60 qapik and a bike race, but I’ve arrived
at the heart of Europe’s favourite TV show.
I’m hard at work for my ‘official’ employer, so these posts
may be infrequent at the moment. We also
don’t have free wi-fi at Riigi Heights.
What can I tell you?
The locals here are remarkably friendly.
When I got to the edge of the Crystal Hall complex, three people – one after
another – escorted me to collect my press pass which is worth its weight in
lovely cheese. Then someone else
escorted me to within an inch of the press centre. I couldn’t ask for more.
I’ve seen a couple of the rehearsals today which by
tradition kicked off very late. It was
ever thus. Greece was the first song I had
the, erm, joy to behold. Should I be
nice and all esct*d*y? If so, she
attacked it with gusto. However, if I
were to be the solid oneurope reporter you know I am, I can only say it was shocking. Absolutely shocking. In fact, worse than shocking. She is really going to have to work on the
song to get more than the customary 12 of another nation in the same
semi-final.
That assault on my eardrums over, my next time there was for
Albania. Now while she looks like she
might rather be playing Sunbingo, she performed the arse off this. And this is only day 1. An also-ran now looks like a certain
qualifier. At the expense of Greece with
any luck.
That’s all for now folks, but I hope to report more very
soon.
Stay lucky. ;-)
R x
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